Roots

I woke up one morning

with one mouse eye and one owl eye

racing endlessly on a plain

among eroded mountains of feelings

stepping over my shadow

 

I was wandering on the motorway

keeping in my palm a wrecked compass

measuring heart’s fluttering

rear-view mirrors were steamed up

wheels were crushing rusty butterflies

squeaking under car breaks

 

the winds gathered everything

between the same cardinal points

exhausted swallows are sleeping on vanes

hunter and prey forgot one another

the mouse is biting from the stuffed owl’s eye

barren seeds are sinking in the soil

 

I’ve been loving trees for much too long

until I understood to forget

the way they are losing their leaves year after year

I’m looking upwards counting mushrooms

growing on trunks

sighing through the soles of my lacquered shoes

cobwebs growing in my hair

first rimes clutching it

like a newborn’s cramped fingers

Reviews

[Marie]

Sometimes you have to look at things with new eyes...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I agree, sometimes you discover things you did not notice in the past.